Entries for Writer's Games pt. 2

Ghost Task Two

I stand waiting in the suit I wore during my original interviews when I was alive. A navy blue vest over a green polo, black pants and shiny black shoes. I felt sick looking at the colors, and my leg hurt like crazy, I'm not entirely sure if cells are still sickled after death, but my mind still remembers the pain. I pat the lump hidden in my jacket, it was my token I feel so embarassed about having a doll for a token, but I love it. Suddenly I'm escorted on stage. The girl I saw when I first woke up was on stage ready to interview me. She smiled pleasantly, her green eyes shone happily, and her firey red hair was pulled away from her face. She looked pretty happy. I smiled awkwardly as I sat next to her.

"Hello Peppin!" she smiles, showing her pearly teeth.

"Hi," I reply, still smiling awkwardly. Out of the corner of my eye I see two different colored eyes watching my every move. The girl interviewing me, Aconite I think, giggles.

"Dont worry about Cassie, now I wanna learn about you, and Im sure the audience does too!" the audience cheered.

"So, tell us a bit about yourself, what was your family like?"

I take in a deep breath, trying to remember what they were like.

"Good, my sister Corelli was my best friend."

"Ah," she nods "Is your token from Corelli?" I nod in reply. "Can we see your token?" I shake my head, before I notice she grabs the doll out of my jacket. I snatch it back and tuck it back into my jacket.

"Dont touch him," I muttered angrily. She jokingly put her hands up in surrender.

"Okay calm down, so why is that doll so important to you?"

"Like I said it's Corre's, Corre is my best friend she's there to catch me when I fall."

"Okay then, well, how does it feel to be... back?"

"Tiring, after a long while of nothing it's tiring to do something." The audience laughed. Well they don't know what it's like to die and come back

"What do you miss most from your home?" I should've just said Corelli the whole time.

"Well besides my sister my parent's mushroom soup." The audience and Aconite laughed. I gave a small smile, and bowed.

"Peppin Potts from District Eleven!" Aconite shouts as she shakes my hand.